Unfortunately, in order to protect Tokyo citizens' fragile worldview, he couldn't explain any of those reasons.
Jiang Xia could only ask, "Isn't this place nice?"
Tatsumi Seimaru said, "What do you think? It's full of kids!"
Jiang Xia asked, "Did you ever come watch Kamen Rider shows like this when you were little?"
Tatsumi Seimaru's momentum immediately weakened. "No."
Jiang Xia asked, "Do you hate Kamen Rider?"
"Not really..."
"If you don't hate it, then you like it. Aren't we here to make up for the youth and childhood we missed?" Jiang Xia clapped a hand onto his shoulder and said with certainty, "This place suits you best!"
Tatsumi Seimaru: "..." Really?
He hesitantly took two steps toward the audience seats.
One bratty kid had gotten bored watching and was getting up to leave when he suddenly noticed an adult behind him approaching alone, without any children. He burst out laughing. "You're this old and still watching this kind of show? Did you come here because you were too scared to ride the Roller Coaster? Hahahaha!"
Tatsumi Seimaru: "..."
Was that bastard Detective fooling me?
He clenched his fists, and a mournful, indignant Killing Intent slowly rose from him.
Tatsumi Seimaru turned to look at Curacao and Hashimoto Maya. He had assumed they would also realize the Detective was messing with them and join his side.
Who would have thought that Hashimoto Maya seemed to genuinely love this place? Looking at the children scattered all around, none of them taller than his legs, he wore a serene expression, as though he wanted to stay here forever.
As for Miss Akiko, though she looked somewhat hesitant at the explosive special-effects devices on the stage, her attitude toward this place was far better than toward the Roller Coaster. She seemed fairly satisfied